This is a song about "Boys with bangs"

I should have been named joyce, so we can rejoice in my choice,

Ducks with the quack quack noise, fuck all the quack pack boys

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Like explosive bangs from a sawed-off shotguns cough,

And i'll knuckle up with any fucking one of you fuck boys

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

Bite into your bangs, shake the chains.

While working on my mistakes

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Don't mess with the big boys, you nothing less than pig toys

First i stack some money, then go to war with them boys

Simply out of this world by choice

Bumping heavy d and the boys